Summary: Feliciano Vargas is the brother of a powerful mafia leader. Even so, he never wanted to kill anyone. But when his brother forces him to go on a mission to take out a German drug dealer, he meets Ludwig Beilschmidt, the tall blonde with the gorgeous blue eyes. His life is completely turned upside down by this mysterious German. Will he fall in love with this charming man, or will the loyalty to his brother tear them apart?

Warnings: This story is rated M for Romano's bad mouth, and adult themes in later chapters. Meaning, BoyxBoy. If you don't like it, don't read it.

Hey, Everyone! It's BoxofTomatoFairies~ This is my first fanfic EVER, and I've been meaning to type it up for months. Oh, procrastination~ ;U; Anyway, here's the first chapter of 'A Gun Between Skies of Blue'.

Chapter 1

Feliciano Vargas had never thought about killing anyone before and now here he was, holding a small pistol and creeping inside the darkened halls of an abandoned hotel. His fratello had practically forced him to do it.

"Come on Feli, you love shooting guns in the dark! I just need you to do this one job for me." Lovino placed the shiny black pistol on the table in between the two brothers. The elder Vargas sat down in his Italian leather chair, looking up at his little brother with a sly grin on his face.

"Ve, but fratello, I don't want to shoot anyone! And what if the people turn out to be nice? Oh, what if they serve pasta? Then I couldn't possibly shoot them~…" Feliciano wrung his hands behind his back, trying to not look his brother in the eye.

"Feliciano, the people you're going to kill are a bunch of fucking potato bastards- They aren't going to serve pasta, idiot." The elder sighed. "Besides, I know Grandpa taught you how to do this, stop pretending he didn't. Just do it for me, Feliciano. Per favore." After a moment, Feliciano looked his brother in the eye, and nodded quietly.

Shaking his head, Feliciano tightened his grip on the pistol, moving quicker through the halls. After a few minutes he heard faint voices. He was getting closer to the moment when he would have to end a life. His stomach rolled, and a snake seemed to coil around his throat, tightening its grip and making his quiet breathing more labored. He tried to calm it down as he moved stealthily towards the voices. He recalled his Grandpa Roma's training. Step one: Quiet your breath. Become one with the environment, move through the shadows. The shadows are your doorways. He slowly gained control of his breathing, taking comfort in the memory of his Grandpa's voice. He rounded a corner and saw a doorway a few feet away. The voices were definitely coming from there. He silently moved towards it. Step two: Assess the target. Are they armed? How many of them are there? Young or old? Male or female? Find the little details. He listened carefully… Two voices, speaking in a harsh language he didn't know. German- it had to be. Two males, both sounded about middle-aged. One was practically yelling, every now and then breaking into loud cackles. The other was lower, more discrete, but it seemed to hold some sort of power, some authority that almost made Feliciano want to follow his orders, even though he wasn't giving any. The Italian didn't dare look in the room to see if they were armed, because he knew he'd be spotted. He took in steady breaths. One, two, three. The voices ceased, but it was not an abrupt ending, so he knew he was safe. One of the men moved in the room, but that didn't matter. Nothing mattered but the gun in his hand, the mission, and all of his training.

Step three: Kill.

Feliciano whirled around the corner, taking everything in at once- the scattered beer bottles, the paperwork on the desk, the strange albino man passed out in a chair, and finally, the barrel of his gun pointed directly between two endless orbs of blue. It was a silent stare down between the two. Both of them assessing the enemy, the situation, everything. The man Feliciano was about to shoot was tall, well built, and had light blonde hair that was slicked back harshly. But those eyes… It was those eyes that drew him in, captured him, and captivated him. But all his focus was drawn away from those eyes as he felt a cold, hard pressure against his ribs. He looked down quickly, his gun not moving from the man's forehead. Pressed against his chest was a pistol, almost exactly the same as his. It might have even been the same type- then again, he wasn't that good with weapons and all the different type. That was his fratello's specialty. The gun pressed harder into his chest and his gaze whipped up to meet the blonde's. There was a look in his eyes, a look that Feliciano recognized from when he was a little boy, catching glimpses of his father's 'dirty work' from the keyhole. A look of pure determination, almost like he was ready to die. But when Feliciano's hand shifted on his gun he saw a flicker of fear pass over those blue skies. Upon seeing it, Feliciano almost put his gun down. Almost gave up this mission, gave up killing, and surrendered to this man with his harsh hairstyle and beautiful blue eyes. Luckily, the man didn't give him a chance to do that.

"Wer sind Sie? Warum bist du hier?" The man barked in strong German, poking him with the gun. "Ihr Name! Schnell, schnell!" Feliciano frowned, not understanding the words that were being thrown at him. After a moment, the German frowned, and then said in hesitant and heavily accented English, "Can you understand me? Who are you? What is your name? Why are you here?" Feliciano gulped, hesitating for a moment and then answered, "I can't tell you that. Now, take that gun out of my ribs, or I'll shoot you." The blonde glared at him, before holding his hands up and dropping his gun. Feliciano's mouth widened into a dark grin. "Well… Are you Gilbert Beilschmidt?"

The blonde shook his head, his hands still in the air. "Nein. That is my bruder…" Feliciano tilted his head to the side, poking the other man in the forehead with the barrel of his gun, making him flinch slightly. "What's your name?" He asked, only because he needed to tell his brother that he had to kill someone else.

"L-Ludwig. Ludwig Beilschmidt." The blonde, Ludwig, trembled slightly, and Feliciano's grin widened, his eyes darkening.

"Well, Ludwig, it was nice meeting you. I hope you're a fast healer!" He exclaimed, smiling innocently. Before Ludwig had a chance to ask what he meant, Feliciano shoved the gun into the man's stomach, and pulled the trigger.

Mama, I just killed a man. Put a gun up to his head, pulled the trigger- Now he's dead…" –Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen

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